Page 83 of Renegade Rift

I follow his command and cry out when cool air connects with my core.

“Fuck, those noises. The way I would love to kiss my way down your thighs, pulling more of them from your sinful mouth and savoring the taste of your skin.”

“God, yes.”

“There’s no god here. Just you, love. And you’re everything. Now, ever so gently, spread yourself for me. Slide your fingers down, explore every inch of your soaked cunt.”

Arousal coats my fingers, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.

I’m really doing this.

“Tell me, Juliet, are you wet for me?” Ford asks.

“Dripping.”

“Fuck. Slide your fingers up and circle your clit, but don’t touch it.”

“Ford, please,” I whimper, my hips bucking.

“Not yet, love. Not until you’re ready.”

“I am,” I assure him, my pussy throbbing with need. “I’m ready.”

“Oh no, love. You’re close. You’re so close. But I want you to understand what it means to pleasure yourself, so when I’m gone, you’ll be able to take what’s rightfully yours.”

“Please.” I want that. I want to take what’s mine. I want to break the dam inside me and experience everything that was kept from me.

“Dip one finger inside for me. Get it nice and wet. In and out. Find a pace that works for you.”

Ever the diligent student, I follow his commands, hanging on every word as I explore the soft and supple flesh of my pussy. It’s nothing like I expected, and yet it’s everything. Why did I wait so long to do this? Why did I let Tyler stop me?

“That’s it. My good girl.” Ford hums as I pick up the pace, and my hand brushes over my clit, teasing the sensitive bud. “Do you want another finger in that tight cunt?”

“Fuck.” The profanity falls from my lips like it was always meant to be there. “Yes, please.”

“Then take it. Stretch that pussy for me.”

Adding another finger, I feel a delicious pinch, followed by a flood of arousal. I close my eyes and catch my lower lip between my teeth, stifling my moan.

“Let me hear you,” Ford says. “I’ll only help you come if you’re screaming, preferably my name, but either way, don’t hold back.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m so close, Ford. Please.”

“Yes, love. You’re ready.”

Oh, thank God, because I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Now listen to me carefully. I want you to push your fingers deep into your pussy and curve them until you brush your G-spot.”

“How will I know that I found it?” My voice waivers. This definitely sounds like something for the advanced lesson, not the beginner trial run.

“You’ll know.”

My heart races, and I try to force air into my lungs as I follow his instructions. Pushing deep, I flutter my fingers until I brush against the sensitive flesh and cry out. “Oh, Ford.”

“That’s it, Juliet.” Ford emboldens me and I’m struck by just how freaking sexy his voice is. Maybe it’s because I’m on the edge, but the timber is both soothing and titillating. It’s everything I need. “Now, when I tell you, you’re going to rub the fingers of your other hand across your clit. Go as fast or as slow as you need, but don’t stop. Even if it feels like it’s too much, you keep going until you feel your pussy release the hold it has on your hand. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

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